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  • A reason, a season, a lifetime

     The year was 2008. Tom had just moved to Florida, we were living in a duplex in Chiefland and the time was right to start looking for a house.

    We both worked in Chiefland but Harriett Downs’ ad on the back of the Williston Pioneer spoke to us one week when the right house at the right price said, “Call.”

  • Filty rich and lovin' it

    By the time you read this, I will not be a millionaire. I did not win the Powerball–again.
    But then again, I never bought a ticket. This time or ever.
    I know. I know. You can’t win if you don’t play. It never occurs to me to buy a ticket–not even when the jackpot is half a billion dollars.
    What does occur to me is how I would spend that money. I daydream about it. Often.
    A few minutes ago while I was on break, I drifted off into that place where life is idyllic, I’m a size 10 and I am the Powerball winner.

  • I didn't even know I had a bucket list

    Let’s face it. I’m not a spring chicken.
    I have three adult children, two of whom have solid careers while the other is finishing his senior year of college.
    I don’t have grandchildren, but I’m definitely old enough to have a passel. I could even have a couple who could be as old as 12. But remember, I don’t.
    I’m not fit and thin and my eyebrows spotted gray two years before I found my first one in my head this past January.
    Indeed, I am old.

  • Embrace the change

    Over 132 years ago when Williston residents needed a news source, someone stepped up to the printing press and rolled off the first edition of what would one day become the Williston Pioneer.
    Through the years, the paper that was founded as the Levy County Times has undergone many changes: owners, editors, names, staff and sizes.
    But what hasn’t changed in 132 years is the newspaper’s position that it will be the best news source for Williston and the surrounding area.

  • The critic I always wanted to be

    When best friend Denise and I hit the road, misadventure is sure to follow.
    Now that 500 miles separate us, those road trips are rarer but they’re still something to bank on.
    These days, the misadventures tend to be more with my husband and though I am loathe to admit it, it seems the common denominator is none other than me.
    Our recent weeklong trip–about 1,800 miles–through Georgia, South Carolina,  North Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia and at last, Kentucky was again fraught with misadventure, albeit minor ones.

  • Breaking back in

    By Bryan Hoopaugh

  • You never forget your first

     His name was Harry and he was nine years older than me but that’s not important.

  • Counting my blessings

     A week from the time I am writing this, many of you will have overdosed on tryptophan, the amino acid in turkey that allegedly makes you sleepy or you've maxed out your credit cards or bank account on Black Friday deals.

    Either way, you've probably taken a minute – or 10 – to think about all those things that make you grateful.

    Last year, I told you what a difficult year it was and that I knew this year would be better.

  • It’s a gamble with the cat food

     So I am checking out of the Cat Food Store as The Carnivore calls the mega pet supply center in that town that turns blue and orange on Saturdays in the fall (like a scene from “The X Files”) when the cashier asks, “How many cats do you have?”

    “Four.”

    She looks over the two-week supply of cans, bags and treats that fills two of those reusable totes,. “They like a variety of food,” she says.

  • Finally a clean election

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    or several years I have started off the "silly season", better known as campaign season with a fervent wish that things would be clean and without some of the negativism that has plagued other campaign seasons.